Jonathan Richman himself, not so much.
The last time I saw him was in the late 1990s, when a friend and I shlepped from the City of Bothersome Love all the way down to Chapel Hill, NC to see him.
It's late, and I don't wanna go on about what a not-nice person he was, but I did write a short story about our experience with him, and it actually got published in a literary magazine a year or two later.
I xeroxed a copy of the story and mailed it to him.
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